Phone Recharge

Leather clad jacket and a dog tag, flexing his arms as he removes his helmet and swinging his leg off his motorcycle, he gets off. Typical bad boy.

She sighs as she looks at the eye candy on her TV screen. She picks up the remote and flicks the channels till she settles on the news.

Rape.

Molestation.

Murder.

Corruption.

Pollution.

Corruption.

Murder.

Molestation.

Rape.

She shuts it off. What good is anything? She walks out the room just to walk back in again. She settles on the sofa and looks at the quote on the wall above her TV.

‘Some are scared of fire, some simply become it.’

Her eyes flick to the lines beside it, ‘Fire burns brighter in the dark.’ And then they flick to the other side, ‘The fire within me burns brighter than the fire around me.’

Her eyes then drop to the one her mom told her, ‘You’re not required to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.’

Really?

Is that even possible anymore? Can she keep others warm even though she can’t stop shivering? Can she feel the fire even though the smoke is burnt out?

Can she live in this dream or does she need it to be lucid dreaming?

She sighs as she runs her fingers through her hair. She tugs harder to free the hair that gets stuck in her ring.

The ring.

You usually get a gift for an occasion or because you did something out of the ordinary. But she got this gift because she was a fuck-up.

Her brother gave her this ring so she would be motivated to not be a fuck-up anymore. But alas, fuck-ups will never not be fuck-ups.

And a fuck-up she was.

Such a one that she hadn’t left her house for the past three days.

Her phone rings and she picks it up to see which idiot was texting her in the middle of the afternoon. Aren’t people usually busy in the afternoons?

‘Your balance is low, please recharge immediately.’

Of-fucking-course.

Her brother was coming home tonight and if he sees her like this, he’s going to fucking flip.

She gets up from her place and starts to clean. ‘Perhaps today would be different,’ She thinks. He’ll come home and see the house clean for the first time.

He’ll smile at her then, after a long, long time.

She cooks his favourite meal and sets up the table. ‘Tonight, I won’t be a fuck-up,’ she repeats in her head. Tonight, she’s going to make her brother happy.

The only way her phone’s ever going to be recharged.

And then the phone call comes. She listens to the person on the other line and asks them to repeat themselves. The first thing she does when she hangs up is throw the phone across the room at the wall.

The phone falls and splits into two.

Who needs a phone when it’s never going to be recharged again?

Taken from Google Images